ونډول شوی غږيز

I should have gone back to my room. I should have locked the door. Called someone. Done anything else. But I didn’t. Something about it… Was pulling me closer. Like curiosity mixed with fear. I reached out. My hand shaking. And touched the door. It was cold. Colder than anything I’ve ever felt. Like touching ice. But… it wasn’t wet. It was dry. And solid. I grabbed the handle. And that’s when the breathing stopped. Instantly. Like it knew I was there. Like it knew exactly wh